Hypo
08-16-2004, 10:49 AM
This is supposed to be a short story.
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Mel had turned to late-night wanderings as an escape from her life. At the young age of 17 she felt like she had seen more and been through more than most 40 year olds.
'Why would a gift such as life be so hard and painful?' she thought.
Walking down the street at midnight she looked at her surroundings. The darkness was surprisingly bright, the streetlights shine bounded off of the wet roads and paths, step by step she looked at the world as a different place than she had grown up in.
When she was younger, the world was a perfect place. Perfect parents, friends, perfect life and future. Her princess wallpaper had long since faded, though it still remained on the walls. Her mother had kept the room as it had been left. A shrine. Toys scattered, drawers open with clothes strewn across the floor, door wide from when Mel had run from the room in the middle of the night.
At the tender age of just 10, Mel had run away. Edinburgh was her home, but now she resided in Leeds, a whole different country. How did she get here? You ask. With lots of hard work, that most ten year olds would not be able to handle. She had had to sneak on trains, by adult strangers, pretendeing secretly they were her parents so no suspicions arose.
Three trains and some good story making later, she was tucked up in bed in an orphanage. Yes, this sad 10 year olds perfect life was so perfect, she couldn't handle it. She pretended her parents were dead, no one checked. For 6 years, this orphanage had been her home. All traces of a Scottish accent gone, all emotion had dried up, and she could do what she liked. Mel did not take kindly to rules, after all, she had run away from home at 10, so what else could she not do?
Six years later, this red headed girl left the orphanage. And one year on from that, here she is.
Mel still didn't know why she ran away, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Her parents had come to the fateful conclusion that she was dead. And so had she, dead inside.
BEEP BEEP! Another car passed with young men in it and they beeped their horn at her like she was some circus animal to be gawped at.
She scowled and walked on, passed the river and into the forest. How she loved the smell of wet trees, it was so natural, so unlike herself. It was so dark in here that she could hardly see two feet infront of herself. Mel continued to walk all through the night. Only returning home when the sun began to show.
Another night of insomnia. And another page in Mel's book to be turned.
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Life. It should have been so simple, but it was simply hard.
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Good? Bad? Confusing? The end is supposed to be confusing.
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Mel had turned to late-night wanderings as an escape from her life. At the young age of 17 she felt like she had seen more and been through more than most 40 year olds.
'Why would a gift such as life be so hard and painful?' she thought.
Walking down the street at midnight she looked at her surroundings. The darkness was surprisingly bright, the streetlights shine bounded off of the wet roads and paths, step by step she looked at the world as a different place than she had grown up in.
When she was younger, the world was a perfect place. Perfect parents, friends, perfect life and future. Her princess wallpaper had long since faded, though it still remained on the walls. Her mother had kept the room as it had been left. A shrine. Toys scattered, drawers open with clothes strewn across the floor, door wide from when Mel had run from the room in the middle of the night.
At the tender age of just 10, Mel had run away. Edinburgh was her home, but now she resided in Leeds, a whole different country. How did she get here? You ask. With lots of hard work, that most ten year olds would not be able to handle. She had had to sneak on trains, by adult strangers, pretendeing secretly they were her parents so no suspicions arose.
Three trains and some good story making later, she was tucked up in bed in an orphanage. Yes, this sad 10 year olds perfect life was so perfect, she couldn't handle it. She pretended her parents were dead, no one checked. For 6 years, this orphanage had been her home. All traces of a Scottish accent gone, all emotion had dried up, and she could do what she liked. Mel did not take kindly to rules, after all, she had run away from home at 10, so what else could she not do?
Six years later, this red headed girl left the orphanage. And one year on from that, here she is.
Mel still didn't know why she ran away, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Her parents had come to the fateful conclusion that she was dead. And so had she, dead inside.
BEEP BEEP! Another car passed with young men in it and they beeped their horn at her like she was some circus animal to be gawped at.
She scowled and walked on, passed the river and into the forest. How she loved the smell of wet trees, it was so natural, so unlike herself. It was so dark in here that she could hardly see two feet infront of herself. Mel continued to walk all through the night. Only returning home when the sun began to show.
Another night of insomnia. And another page in Mel's book to be turned.
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Life. It should have been so simple, but it was simply hard.
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Good? Bad? Confusing? The end is supposed to be confusing.